Everyone is eighteen or older. I had planned to end this with chapter three but knew that somehow, I needed to bring Mistress B into it. As I did that, I realized that there would have to be a chapter five and possibly a six. I am ending it there. Thanks for reading my stuff and for the feedback.
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When his aunt got home late on Monday, she told him that she had gotten a call from the part-time day person at The Shoppe. She offered the job to him but would want to change it to full time. Tony agreed, looking forward to having evenings free for the rest of the summer. He still had six weeks to go.
Mistress B stopped by on Monday and spent a long time talking to Terry. When she left his aunt came to him.
"I hope you don't have plans this evening. Mistress B invited you and me to meet with her and her husband this evening."
"No, I'm free. I'll warn you now, the first time she pulls out her riding crop, I'm outta there."
Terry smiled. "No, she wants her husband to meet you."
"I didn't realize she was married."
"Yep. I've met him. Master B is what she calls him."
"He's into hard stuff too, huh?"
"They run the school together. I think she's his sub."
"She's a sub? I thought she was a dominatrix."
"I think she's both."
"I think she's weird," Tony replied.
"And we're not?" his aunt asked.
"Good point."
When the shop closed, they went to the house and showered. His aunt had suggested he dress as he did for work. Their home was about halfway between American Beach and
The Shoppe
. It looked huge. Terry pulled into the circle drive and parked then led the way to the front door. As she reached for the bell the door opened.
Tony's jaw dropped. Before them stood the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen. Her blonde hair reached just below her shoulders. She had blue eyes that were a shade rarely seen in nature. She had full lips with red lipstick and her smile was that of a goddess.
Around her neck she wore a red collar that matched perfectly to the shade of her lips. Other than the collar and matching heels, she was nude. Her breasts were teardrop with perfect pink nipples. She was tall and toned with womanly hips and long legs. Her pussy was bare, with no indication there had ever been hair.
"Please come in. I'm slave Karen." She opened the door fully. Terry entered and Tony stumbled on the doorstep, watching Karen, rather than where he was going. "Please have a seat. The Master and Mistress will be with you momentarily. May I get you something to drink?" She asked, as she showed them to a beautiful white leather couch.
"A glass of wine would be lovely," Terry replied.
"And for you, Master Tony?"
"Uh, what?" he asked.
"Would you like something to drink, Master Tony?"
"Water, uh, water would be good."
Karen walked to the bar. Tony never took his eyes off her. Terry patted his leg.
"Down boy," she said.
"Jesus...."
Terry chuckled. Karen returned and handed them their drinks then knelt on the floor a few feet in front of them with her knees apart.
"Karen, you'll have to excuse my nephew. You seem to have entranced him."
"Please call me Slave Karen, Mistress Terry. My Master and Mistress prefer it. I'm happy that Master Tony is pleased with my appearance."
"You're, you're...gorgeous," Tony replied.
"Thank you, Master Tony. I find you very attractive also."
Tony looked up at her face. Her smile was genuine. For the first time since arriving Tony closed his mouth enough to smile at her. She blushed. Tony wondered, 'What kind of woman isn't bothered by being nude in front of strangers, takes a compliment on her beauty, then blushes at a smile?'
"Welcome to our home," the handsome, middle aged man said, walking into the room.
Karen's head went down immediately. Tony stood. His crotch was right in front of Karen's face. The man took Terry's hand and kissed it then shook Tony's.
"Tony, Terry, I'm Lee Bannister. My wife, Lori, will be with us momentarily. She had a minor wardrobe issue. Has slave Karen attended to your needs?"
"Yes sir. She's been very attentive," Tony replied.
"Slave Karen, get me a vodka tonic and a Manhattan for your Mistress."
"Yes, Master B," she replied, then quickly went to the bar, keeping her gaze down.
He looked at Terry. "Are you uncomfortable that I have a slave?"
"It does seem a bit unusual."
"She's a slave by her own choosing. Her training began on her eighteenth birthday and ends in just over a month on her nineteenth."
"Then what happens?"
"That's up to her, Terry. She can choose freedom, or if she wishes, she can sign a contract for another year."
"What does slave training involve?" Tony asked.
"Initially, it's making them feel they are slaves. Then they must learn to be domestics. And we also teach them sex."
"Karen is your sex slave?"
"Slave Karen has been trained differently than all my others. She is fully trained in making love to a woman. Part of her training has been with dildos in both her ass and vagina, but she's never had a cock other than in her mouth. She's incredibly talented with her mouth if either of you would like her to service you."
"Ordinarily I'd jump at that, but I was foolish last weekend. I need a checkup before having sexual contact again," Terry replied.
"Wise decision. And you, Tony, would you like to use my slave's mouth? Ahh, here's my wife now."
